qFrancesca and Layla exited the airport and were about to get into a cab.

At that moment, a childish voice sounded. “Hello!”

Francesca turned around and saw Candice sitting obediently on a stone block with a rag doll in her arms.

“Hello, we meet again!” Francesca greeted the little girl.

“My name is Candice. What about yours?” Candice beamed at her.

“I'm Francesca Felch.” Francesca returned the smile. “Where's your daddy?”

“Daddy went to drive the car here. He told me to wait for him here,” Candice replied obediently.

Francesca exchanged glances with Layla as they sensed something was wrong.

If Candice's father had really gone to drive the car over, he should have brought Candice along. Moreover, Candice was waiting beside the taxi passageway, which prohibited the entry of private vehicles. They wondered why he left Candice there to wait for him and if he was in trouble.

“The car is here. Let's go.”

Layla did not wish to invite trouble to themselves, so she dragged Francesca along to get in the cab.

“Are you leaving, Francesca?” Candice gazed at Francesca longingly.

at the latter sitting alone on the stone block.

Her eyes reddened the next

look, so she decided to stay. “Don't be afraid.

“Really? Thank you, Francesca.”

jogged forward and

Layla tried to persuade Francesca

going to keep this little girl company for a little while. We'll get into the cab

felt helpless. She had no other

kept in her father's pocket.

sweat, Francesca crouched down to braid

took out a small mirror to examine the braids. Then, a bright and

braided her hair ever

Candice continued

her surroundings but failed

near the crowded entrance of the airport, yet she felt a

a voice rang

her direction. She said to Francesca happily,

man solemnly, “Mister, she's still very young. Please do not leave her

merely glanced at her in silence before grabbing Candice's

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